all new shit

i fell last week. tequila was involved, and its ugly. raccoon eyes and finished off the left hand. didnt go to the dr because, tequila. see dr tomorrow about neck and hand, so take care of everything. hate not being able to really type cuz i have a lot to say. i fell in love with a girl when i was 15. in a small town, mom got her thrown out, i did dumb shit and ran away at 17 to be with her. she was great, until she wasn't. we learned to be abusive together, i guess. there was a lot of violence. annie and i got together when i was 19, she had been having an affair with the love of my life. big convoluted mess, i know. not many dykes back in the day. after 30 something years, annie tells me i cant go nout in public with her cuz people might think she beat me up, she

I'm having a Minute, or a life

I've been sleeping, drinking, sleeping. That thing. Today, for some reason, I just feel really alone. I;m not, Annie has been awesome about taking care of me. and typing is nt my friend. dammit. theres a lot of crying going on too, cuz i can. i'm scared about the surgery i'm gonna have that they haven't told me i'm gonna have. left hand is useless, right is getting there, i'm fucked. i really don't wanna, but i like my hands. i just felt alone and scared and came here because its the only place i can talk about that stuff. mom isnt well, cant talk to her. so here it is. anyway,i think i need to go sleep some more.